Dan, Mike, Olaf (and others).
It took me half am hour to connect with iYogi support in India. Once connected, I was on the phone for 2.75 hours as the technician took control of my HP Pavilion.
He began by deleting various bloatware programs that kept popping up windows because "my software needed upgrades, my drivers were obsolete, my machine was running slow, etc."
After deleting quite a few files, he fixed my Family Tree Maker program, installed Firefox and a few other free programs that I've used in the past. Earlier in the day, I copied my Vista documents folder to my expansion drive. When the tech was through, I selected some folders from my Vista documents folder and copied them to the documents folder on my new system. They work fine.
In addition to
I still have Quicken 2013 and MyHeritage, another genealogy program to install but that can wait until the fellows who are doing repairs on my place after a laundry room flood are done.
BTW, my absence from this site has been because of my commitment to the discovery of my family tree. A little more than a year ago, I had my DNA tested since the name of my father was unknown to me. For more than three months, I would get leads to fourth and later generations of cousins. They meant nothing to me and left mee wondering why I had my DNA tested. Then, one day I received notice of a second generation match. I immediately wrote to the fellow. He responded by telling me that he recently had surgery and would not be able to answer my query until he recuperated.
About a month later, I followed up and learned he was in Walter Reed Hospital receiving cancer therapy treatment and he didn't have access to his family tree data. This prompted an email from me asking for the surnames of his parents aand grandparents and the area where they resided. His response rang a bell in my memory. Forty years before, I coerced my mother into revealing the name of my father by telling her I knew it was not the man whose name was on my birth certificate. She gave me a name which I tracked at the local library. I learned that he had died when I was 13 and left a wife and two daughters. His obit also listed his parents and nine siblings.
So, 20 years after his death, I doubted my mother's revelation. She had told me other falsehoods in the past and so I gave up the quest. After all, with the info I had, the best I could hope for was to knock on the door of one of his brother and say "I think we may be related."
Well, haunted by a family tree that had no paternal limb, I had my DNA tested. Eventually, it confirmed my mother's claim. That led me to dig into tracking his family. A major challenge in genealogy is to track women whose surname changes each time they marry. Not only did I locate the married names of both gals, I determined their current addresses (one in Tenn. & one in NJ)and their phone numbers. For almost six months, I regularly sent them Facebook messages. I also sent them snail mail and left messages on their telephone answering systems. On a few occasions I sent Facebook messages to their children appealing for help. Nothing ever seemed to work.
About two weeks ago, I finally received a response from the older sister. She agreed to have her DNA tested if I paid for it as I offered. That day, Ancestry.com sent her the test kit.
And that's why you haven't heard from me lately...
Thanks to all you guys for the help you've provided,
Don